BLURB

EAT. SLEEP. FOOTBALL.

That’s Jackson Jennings, the three mantras of Jr. He was a qualified athlete with only one end-game throughout his lives: the Pro’s. No boys. No parties. No parties. There’s no liquor.

EAT. SLEEP. FOOTBALL.

Repeat.

Triple J crosses the street on university every Friday evening, tired, solitary and forced not to play. But he asks if his three mantras will ever be enough the moment he finds Charlotte Edmonds on the edge of the highway.

BIG. DUMB. JOCK.

Charlie doesn’t have room for the fun of Jackson. Not when he steals her meals or endlessly teases her, causing her shiver in all the correct locations. But if she ever had a girlfriend, she would have chosen one that is not a Neanderthal. One with ways to invest time with her. Not a hulking man-child who, in his Big, crosses the street at dusk. Dumb. Truck.